Born with a Bullet Name

Yeah... They said I came cryin’ into this world — But it sounded more like a gunshot.

Mama prayed, said “Lord, take pity.” Devil smiled, said “He’s my city.” Gold tooth grin, black hat low, I was born where the wild winds blow.

No map, no grace, no shame — Just fire in a broken name.

I was born with a bullet name, Raised by smoke and flame. Ain’t no saint, ain’t no claim — Just a man too wild to tame. Born with a bullet name, Thunder in my chest. Ain’t runnin’ from the devil — We just race who rides best.

I don’t crawl, I don’t bend, Every start’s just another end. Luck don’t stay, it flirts and leaves, But I still got tricks in my sleeves.

They gave me hell, I gave it rhythm — You can’t kill what’s already risen.

I was born with a bullet name, And a trigger for a heart. Ain’t no mercy in my frame — Just the art of fallin’ apart. Born with a bullet name, And a shadow that don’t die — You can bury the man, But the legend’ll ride.

Yeah, I sleep with my boots on tight, Dream in black, wake in fight. If the reaper’s late tonight — Tell him I took the light.

I was born with a bullet name, Stamped in dirt and bone. Every mile I walk alone, Still feels just like home. Born with a bullet name — Yeah, I carved it in the flame. If you see that smoke roll in... You’ll remember my name.

Yeah… Born with a bullet name.

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